When I am hot,
roll down the windows.
When I am cold,
turn up the heat.
Bar-headed geese
wait out a storm
at twenty-thousand feet,
and because they share
the extremes of thin air
they are wiser and kinder than me.
I would find that migration
of two thousand miles was
about two thousand miles too far,
but no medals please,
to the geese because,
they wouldn't do well in the car.
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